Swiftly into haunting days
Recklessly I craving ride...

This keep lies hushed in the early morning
Creaks of shutter from seaborne breeze...

As the cycle of the seasons,
It is as both spring and winter...

She looked down upon me
from her lofty stance...

6 July 2009
10:58am...

Is it possible
that as I stand silent...

Always verdant you
are a March wildflower...

I step from grass to stone
With a single glance back...

My Sazerac sips into
Journey and Duran Duran...

REFLECTIONS I
[Miscellaneous reflections on my college years...

No sublime chorus,
just a waltz...

A sacrament of blood
Was all necessary...